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my feet sting as i run across the hot summer pavement.

i can feel my stomach begin to cramp as i try my hardest to run faster.

i slow down to catch my breath but the surroundings around me are the same.

when i turn my head your still standing behind me.






what a fool i was to run from someone i could never live without..

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